He made one restless movement, whether of pain or protest I do not know. Then he spoke, very low, slowly, and with difficulty.
"Then they can go," he said; and when I spoke of a priest he shook his head.
I went back to them and asked if anything more could be done. The answer was "Nothing"; but I could not prevail further than to get all save one sent into an adjoining room; he who remained seated himself at a table some way off. Rudolf’s eyes had closed again; old Sapt, who had not once spoken since the shot was fired, raised a haggard face to mine.
"We'd better fetch her to him," he said hoarsely. I nodded my head.
Sapt went while I stayed by him. Bernenstein came to him, bent down and kissed his hand. The young fellow, who had borne himself with such reckless courage and dash throughout the affair, was quite unmanned now, and the tears were rolling down his face. I could have been much in the same plight, but I would not before Mr. Rassendyll. He smiled at Bernenstein. Then he said to me:
"Is she coming, Fritz?"
"Yes, she's coming, sire," I answered.
He noticed the style of my address; a faint amused gleam shot into his languid eyes.
"Well, for an hour, then," he murmured, and lay back on his pillows.
